Drive-By Shootings: The Living Room Re-Do

These days I commute so much that I often forget which road I’m on. Wilshire, Beverly, Normandie, Vermont, Heliotrope, Fountain, Hyperion -- they blur into one.
Sometimes I navigate by way of food joints: one block from Mandarette, by Jollibee, or across the street from Porto’s. A ridiculous, yet reliable method.
But now more ephemeral points have started sinking sharp pins into my mental map -- murals, drawings, graffiti -- work easily destroyed by a clean-up crew, a wrecking ball, rain, wind, or sun. Or covered up by another artist or vandal, recycling a wall as though it were a canvas.
Back in the 1970s, architect Louis I. Kahn observed, “The street is a room by agreement / A community room the walls of which belong to the donors / The ceiling is the sky”.
Which leads to my minor theory: Los Angeles is a living room and everyone keeps redecorating it.